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Where did the heat?

Today is the birthday of Peter. Yes, our doll takes two years. As I start to write this post are 18:25, which means that exactly two years ago, tiny little thing was pretty small in the pipeline (he was born at 19:06), after a long, long day. In these two years we did nothing but ask, "where xxx will be like?" (Replace "xxx" with things like "walk", "eat", "will have teeth," "talk", "sleep in his room," etc. etc.). And here we are. Peter walking, eating on his own, has some 'teeth, sleeping in his room (it was hard and tiring but we made it slowly taking our time, in spite of Estivill and his methods to mold the children with gognometro) ... and, above all, speak (though almost alone individual words - but it just says a lot). Now it's just a baby. And I think, I think I have a child of two years, and it does not seem real, I seem to have happened in the history of someone else. But no, there it was, my beautiful baby, cute, sweet, stubborn and somewhat hysterical, with her blue eyes and his white tuft, unique and irreplaceable object 99% of our actions and our affection.
I do not remember most mica was before.

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to school Luttazzi

Before turning the heat.

The last time I spoke to Daniele Luttazzi on this blog, I have not done in too flattering. Beyond the controversy over the censorship of Decameron I liked very much. Later I also had stopped following his blog a bit 'because it was updated very often, a little' because, frankly, his (right) outbursts for the (bad) way in which it was ousted by La7 with relative (and a bit 'pedantic) clarifications on what is and what is not satire, did not interest me much. And then, not that it has given me reason to think so, but even for a moment I feared that, as some of his colleagues to abandon the satire of politics (I mean first of Cricket - we can agree on his positions or not, but certainly Cricket is one that is now anything but satire).

But no. Back on his blog, I discovered with pleasure that Luttazzi had put up a good design, creating some very interesting sections in which involves users: "The gym" (which consists of short jokes about the facts of the day, inspired by newspaper headlines) "The uneven bars (which includes news actually taken from the newspapers, but they seem so absurd jokes)," Pilates "(really a statement issued by some public figure, followed by what it really means) and finally" The medicine ball ( or possible answers to the question: "What could Berlusconi to improve his image, in this point?, after he said: " disappear for a long time to renew. as good as new. take advantage of the summer to figure out how to share. With the Government. With the party. And even with myself." )

Users are encouraged to send their lines following the advice, detailed instructions and criteria (severe rightly) that the author brings in the column on the right, which makes the site belongs to you a real school for authors satirical. The best results are carefully selected by the author and made the front page.
few bars of users, of course-style Luttazzi, are excellent, so please read them. I wanted to bring Here a selection of the best, but what I liked and made me really laugh too much, and I miss them both time and the desire to do such work.
I just have to congratulate Daniele Luttazzi for the wonderful idea.

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black riders, or the beauty of being young and being on stage

Afa and wet roads the day before.

Summer has begun, and it rained the various festivals around the country. Now that Peter is the biggest, would be a shame not to take advantage of this period can, after the long and tedious winter hibernation. So in recent days have put the bill out of the house a bit 'more often than we usually do and we went here and there, when we had no desire to stay at home. And as often happens in the festivals of the country, we saw several small groups of local concerts, often with little more than high school (such as age, mean).
At this point enters the nostalgia, and it makes me think back to the Black Riders (the name a bit 'tamarro, it is true, but still inspired to an album of Tom Waits), who founded the group I and two of my buddies class between the third and fourth year of high school (that is, between 1995 and 1996, if memory serves me correctly). I sang, played bass cube, Corn on the keyboard. The training is completed with Stefano and Diego on guitars, drums and Cam. I remember quite vividly the first clumsy especially in tests Channel-room tests, located in the former old-school channel. I remember a few red ceres so to melt, the sheets with the lyrics usually scattered in my backpack, an avalanche of dreams and ambitions.
to think now, it was obvious that we were not made to last. We had enough musical tastes, and different ways of understanding the band's style, so we went slowly but inevitably encounter the formation of internal factions that undermined a bit 'the solidity of the group. The debut to the 'Happening' high school was pretty awful, although fun ... if I remember correctly we played only three pieces: the classic blues of Robert Johnson Crossroads (but I believe the version of Eric Clapton, as Stephen, the guitarist, Clapton was convinced), Whole Lotta Love Led Zeppelin, and finally a repetitive instrumental piece in which I even ventured to play the quart (with what courage do not know ... aaah ... the beauty of adolescence) . I probably sbagliai all time, and because there was still lacking the slightest sense of rhythm, but after the concerts went well. Canale, Neive and chestnuts are the ones that I remember best and I have been more impressed. With the weather starts to sing better and always more fun on stage, and I gave my show. Most of the pieces we played were of strategic strategic strategic classics ... Cocaine, Comfortably Numb, "Smoke on the Water, Have you ever seen the rain. Personally, though, the idea of \u200b\u200bsinging the songs that have played another ten thousand groups I did not like very much. Then I loved Nick Cave, Tom Waits, PJ Harvey ... Things do not own niche, but already a bit 'less classic, for a cover band. In fact I loved a lot in that time ... the world music of Peter Gabriel in the Italian alternative scene, which in those years enjoyed a thriving little season, however, in some cases, a little 'overrated (by me first.) I mean, I knew two or three things and I already thought a music expert, and my naive assumption ambitions aroused in me screeching, just as an example, with those of Stephen, but that was the typical guitarist blues-rock, very good but a bit 'set on his sons (and his guitar solos). In hindsight, could take longer sit back and enjoy as long as possible the fantastic thrill of going on stage, instead of ending up like a bad copy of Commitments. We took time to write a song we (with my creepy-like text maudit), before finally wrecked on the threshold of eighteen.
Today, thirty-one, small groups so they look like us and I wonder what will last, before mounting the head and be pulled apart by differences of taste, misunderstandings, assumptions, commitments, lack of time and desire. But while I'm there on stage I envy them a bit '.
As we were ridiculous, gassed, naive and chronically adolescent, I'd do it all in my next life.

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all the fault of Berlusconi and the pope

time like a gentleman, one of yesterday ...

returning from the sea and I find my potatoes (the plants, I mean) invaded by dorifere.
those silly pajamas insects have no restraint. They're always there to ambush among the leaves, I say. And then I thought the pairing was limited to a period, and already claiming victory, after manually killing their eggs, some time ago.
But no ... every time I go into the garden, I find some attitudes in intimate ("hot reports" would say Berlusconi - how it is reflected on his bad example companies, among others ... damn).
I do not want to make is that the moralist ... but cabbage, at least of the precautions used, instead of continuing to churn out one after the other those horrible and voracious larvae salmon-pink!
Ah well, so that keeps them there myself, you say ...